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Smell the sea and feel the sky.
Embrace good smells. No cost, no calories, no energy, no time - a quick hit of pleasure.
smell its acrid horsehair upholstery and stale flour,
Our actions make the fragrance of our lives ... Would you smell of plums? Or Vinegar?
One of the things that you're not really in control of - apart from everything - is your smell.
Eighty percent of love is smell.
Whoa. Back up. I smell?
I wanted to smell the guitars. It's hard to explain but they have a smell. And the best way I could ever describe it would be to say they smell like potential. Ambition and desire. If such things had a smell.
The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.
There are new smells on the wind, the healthy scent of green and growing things, the way a summer day can smell, or a greenhouse, sugarsmooth aroma of budding trees and water flowing free across coarse and sparkling sand.
Of the five senses, smell is the one with the best memory.
Body odor is the window to the soul.
oh you do smell good.
How can a person smell so manly and so sweet?
A man has his distinctive personal scent which his wife, his children and his dog can recognize. A crowd has a generalized stink. The public is odorless.
It smells green, the way a leaf does when you tear it in half.
An odor of June mud, backwashed with essence of meadow-grass and a whiff of cow.
A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost biting and exotic.
Fragrance, whether strong or delicate, is a highly subjective matter, and one gardener's perfume is another gardener's stink.
Smells like homeless man's crotch. Not that I've ever been up close and personal with a homeless man's crotch, but ...
Smell is a very animal thing, almost reptilian, where the more cerebral things like reading less so.
I inhale, and the two best smells in my world get trapped in my lungs: the salty, cool sting of the ocean in the morning and sweet, morning-sweaty smell of Whit.
It is stronge how smells can bring back vivid memories.
I just feel like I have been marked with that smell, that's why from now on, when I smell that, I'm going to remember you. - Myu
What smells so? Has somebody been burning a Rag, or is there a Dead Mule in the Back yard? No, the Man is Smoking a Five-Cent Cigar.
Upright, she's slapped with the aroma of musk and sweat. It's the good hunky, 'shirtless man building a dollhouse for his daughter' kind of perspiration, not the 'he just mowed the lawn' kind of stench.
I know,I can smell it, too,
It is difficult to put words to the smell of decomposing human. It is dense and cloying, sweet but not flower-sweet. Halfway between rotting fruit and rotting meat.
Smell is a word, perfume is literature.
I get out of the car, and I'm blasted by the stench of body odor. Cricket is beside me, and he's talking, but his words don't reach my ears.
Because it's my mother.
Smelling.
On my porch.
Smells like home.
Noses run. Feet smell.
My wolf-sharpened sense of smell caught the scent of ice-cream cones, of asphalt, of churning ocean, of swirling beer, of first kisses and last kisses.
But it was smell that carried memory.
Reason is sight. Instinct is touch. Intuition is smell.
It is one of those big-smelling days, when people bring the outdoors in with them, the scent of rain on their sleeves, in their hair.
It smelled something like a keg of bad beer overturned in a mortician's storage room on a hot summer's day.
I love the smell of emissions
The smell slaps me sideways. Like when Mom grabs a container she forgot about from the back of the fridge and she says, "Here Mickey, smell this and see if it's still good," and I open it and take a whiff before noticing the fuzz. Like that.
Smells definitely do have a crazy impact on me.
Fresh flowers bloomed from vases, sweetly scenting the air. Again, he had no idea. Fine. He'd requested those. That shit smelled good.
...the unmistakable smell of poverty, a mixture of cigarette smoke, weed, stale sweat, and fried food.
What could smell better than supper being cooked by someone else?
Odor carries a great deal of information, including information about a potential mate's age, sex, fertility, identity, emotions, and health.
She had the top down and I could smell everything in those woods, and you know what an old fine smell that is, like something which has been mostly left alone and is not much troubled.
("Mrs. Todd's Shortcut")
The hot, moist smell of babies fresh from naps.
A good smell puts me in a great mood and even inspires my creativity.
Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.
I think that when you look at a guy like Luke Harper you can see that he does in fact smell.
The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
If we breathe the scent of goodly grass, the fragrance of spices, the aroma of good fruits, we pronounce a blessing over the pleasure.
I love the smell of fried chicken.
The perfumes of lords and ladies tickled at my nose: lavender and orange oil. On the road, shit has the decency to stink.
Pictures are as evocative to me as smells.
Everyone is obsessed with air fresheners. We associate smell with disgust. But we're all locked into the body; we can't escape it.
It's the smell of life, Mother." Emily drew deep. "Gasoline, horses, the sweat of men, the perfume of women.
Childhood smells of perfume and brownies.
Noses to the wind, we inhaled a farrago of scents: charcoal and jasmine, rotting fruit and eucalyptus, gasoline and ammonia, a swirling belch from the city's poorly irrigated gut.
It was, I thought, what evil must smell like.
Smells are surer than sounds and sights to make the heartstrings crack.
The smell by now was indescribable, a compound of burnt aging automobile stinks and the natural odors of death and blood - sweet as garbage, acrid as gasoline, the smell of a thousand rubber tires rolled in batshit and then set on fire.
The sense of smell explores; deleterious substances almost always have an unpleasant smell.
He couldn't stop smelling the air in great, deep, loud sniffs. It was so delicious. It smelled of water, and mud, and maple trees, and autumn.
The ardour chills us which we do not share.
I'd open the door in the morning and the slightly sweet smell of second hand books would greet me. For years I wondered just what that smell was. In the end I decided it was the smell of human thought embedded in paper.
the rank and melancholy smell of charred wet wood and sodden leaves coming towards me on a wisp of air.
Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down.
It smells like the past. But not the dead past. It's so alive.
Smell of natural gas, piped from the big metal tank in the backyard, filled once a month by a truck.
Perfume is magic. It's mystery. We recreate the smell of a flower. Of wood. Of grass. We capture the essence of life. Liquefy it. We store memories. We make dreams," he told her once. "What we do is a wonder, an art, and we have a responsibility to do it well.
I thought I smelled an early hint of the mysterious bittersweet gas that fills Pittsburgh in the summertime, a smell at once industrial and aboriginal, river water and sulfur dioxide, burning tires and the coat of a fox.
Fragrance speaks the loudest on a subliminal level.
could hear them breathing and an unfamiliar scent filled the air, something brisk and fresh, that brought with it a chill that
She smells the way a mermaid ought to smell. She smells of the sea.
I could smell an arrogance,
it was my cheap fragrance.
If something smells bad, why put your nose in it?
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven
The sweetest fragrance, the most beautiful aroma that God has ever detected emanating from this planet, was the aroma of the perfect sacrifice of Jesus that was offered once and for all on the cross.
God gave me some weird, beautiful scent that makes men and women go crazy. People compare it to Carvel. It is a whale of a smell.
Hang on ... Do you smell that?"
"Yeah ... shit," Nev snarled, glancing at the thick jungle that surrounded us.
"You smell shit?" Ethan asked. "Thanks for sharing."
"No," Nev said. "We smell cats.
That smelled strongly of misery, which, as anyone will tell you, is a subtle mixture of hope, despair, rancid cooking fat, and men's piss.
Perfume is a story in odors, sometimes a poetry of memory
Smell is the closest thing human beings have to a time machine.
It smells like mulberries."
"Sometimes it smells like bananas or artichokes.
There sure are a lot of smells floating around the ol' factory.
That strong, grassy smell, raw milk in a tin cup.
It smelled the way a garage would smell if you left a bear inside it for too long.
The scent of flowers is the glory of gardens and the scent of art is the glory of Paris!
She noticed a bitter aroma of a extinguished cigar, the citrus scent of cologne. And underneath those, an electric odour of excitement, of barely controlled fury.
My nose never lies," he boasted. "I can smell defiance, I can smell pride, I can smell disobedience. I catch a whiff of any such stinks, you'll answer for it. When I sniff you, all I want to smell is fear
The smell of a freshly printed book is the best smell in the world.
He smelled like somebody trying to smell like somebody else.
I recognize the smell - his smell - spice and rain.
That smell of freshly cut grass makes me think of Friday night football in high school. The smell of popcorn and cigar smoke reminds me of the stadium. The cutting of the grass reminds me of the August practice.
And the earth itself. It smells different in different places. But its loveliest fragrance is known only when it receives a shower of rain. and then the scent of the wet earth rises as though it would give something beautiful back to the clouds. A blend of all the fragrant things that grow upon it.
a certain stink on a certain kind of soul, a foul scent of hateful smallness too often thwarted . . . then given an ounce of power.
Of the many smells of Athens two seem to me the most characteristic - that of garlic, bold and deadly like acetylene gas. and that of dust, soft and warm and caressing like tweed.
but there was a queer, acrid smell about.
It is easy to love people when they smell good, but sometimes they slip into the manure of life and smell awful. You must love them just as much when they smell foul.
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.